Patricia Kelley

Dreaming Of Heaven - Poem by Patricia Kelley

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I often close my eyes and dream of Heaven.I think of our lucky number seven.The month, day and year, you were born.Then it hits me the day you were taken, and I felt so torn.I felt shaken and fell to the floor.I know I would have not made it, if Jesus hadn't showed up when he did and walked through that door.He reassured me that you were in Heaven watching over, all the little ones.You were now with all the winners that won.I know it's not good for me to beat myself over the head.After all, you aren't really dead.I got the beautiful bouquet that you sent me.It had all your favorite colors; pink and purple.You were right the colors were so vibrant and beautiful; each bloom set off a perfect fireworks display arrived in a bubble.I will never forget the times we shared.And, the last gift we were both given, we each knew that the other one cared.If I could erase all your hurts, I would.But, we both know that Jesus has already done that in Heaven.